WOODS: ZONE where loneliness finds itself casting shadows and so is it alone? each solitude stretching a relation to other solitudes best seen in winter the white defeat over which the long stripes laid by treetrunks reach just after sunup to touch each other's feet oh there are blue snowfields on the north and west facing slopes that won't carry shadows from one trunk to another but the blue proves it it is the mood they all share on that face or when it is so cold it kills the silence is shared between them and the woodpecker's knocking breaks and confirms it and the young maple shooting up into the arms of the larger older oak so its trunk touches a branch makes when the wind pushes a sound from the two rubbing like the creak of a bird or an animal call or the noise a shadow would make at contact